∿ the transmission ∿
I zipped the zipper, but the ocean leaked out
Between my cotton socks and a shadow of a doubt
She's glowing magenta, she's pulsing in blue
A gelatinous pilot with a message for you
She doesn't eat plankton, she doesn't need air
She's braiding the static in my messy hair
✦
The airport security started to melt
"Sir, is that a soul in your luggage?" they felt
I showed them a color that hasn't been named
And all of the X-ray machines felt ashamed
✦
Neon jellyfish in a leather suitcase
Swimming through the fabric of time and space
She's humming infrared, she's singing in heat
Turning the asphalt into candy on the street
✦
She gave me a recipe for "Midnight Green"
A flavor so sharp it can never be seen
Add three drops of silence and a whistle of wind
Stir it with secrets of the original sin
My suitcase is heavy with the weight of the glow
The more that I travel, the less that I know
✦
Neon jellyfish in a leather suitcase
Swimming through the fabric of time and space
She's humming infrared, she's singing in heat
Turning the asphalt into candy on the street